Witch Monastery

"what--!"

The girl screamed and began to struggle, but as she was tied up with ropes, she sadly discovered that she had lost all strength in her body.

She couldn't move the four ropes at all and could only let them tie her to the ground, with her upper body lying on her low bed, her round little butt raised high, facing Hawthorne in front of her in an extremely shameful posture.

All her struggles could only be done by shaking her raised hips. It didn't seem like resistance, but more like she was begging for mercy, or even asking for it actively.

"what are you doing?!"

She raised her head and questioned angrily, and then her pupils shrank slightly. Because at this time, she had seen that Hawthorne had a soft plastic fly swatter in his hand, and a strange evil smile on his face that frightened her.

"What do you think I'm going to do, Miss Druid?" he said, "I'm telling you, I'm a good person. I want to find out your purpose in getting the holy sword fragments and see if I can help you and resolve the misunderstanding between us."

He said this in a high-sounding manner, and then his tone turned stern: "But you don't accept my kindness, and you still firmly believe that I am a bad person. There is no other way. I can only use the bad guy's way to make you tell the truth."

As he said that, he stood up from the bed, put Zixu behind Nidalee's perky little butt, aiming at the thickest part of the buttocks, then moved back a distance, and slapped it hard through the fabric of the prison uniform -

Snapped--

"what--!"

The large fly swatter fell heavily, and Nidalee couldn't help but let out a pleasant moan from her throat.

Frankly speaking, the blow didn't hurt very much, but the huge impact force was transmitted to the muscles inside her body, causing some parts that could not move normally to be forced to tremble and rub violently.

Yes, as a ranger, Nidalee also pays great attention to her physical training. However, she is not a professional worker after all, so it is impossible for her to exercise the muscles in certain parts of her body.

Therefore, when she was burning with desire and felt unbearable harassment, she could only rub her thighs back and forth, using external activities to stimulate her internal body, especially the secret friction between the sensitive folds of the inner wall of her peach garden, to relieve her burning desire.

And now, the heavy slapping of the fly swatter suddenly brought a new source of vibration. This was a wonderful feeling that Nidalee had never experienced before. She now felt that all the muscles on the inside of her thighs were trembling strongly with excitement!

While trembling, the most sensitive part of her body, the wrinkles, were rubbing against each other continuously. A tiny tingling stimulation instantly rushed along her spine to her mind, causing this inexperienced girl to let out a pleasant moan from her throat.

Chapter 171 The First Step of Training

After all, Nidalee's body had already become extremely hot and wet because of her erotic dream. The burning fire of desire had not yet been extinguished, so this beat actually catered to her real physical desires, making her whole body tremble with comfort.

However, while her body was enjoying pleasure, a strong sense of shame and guilt emerged in her heart!

What a shame!

How could I feel happy when being beaten by the enemy! How could I make such a moaning sound that was almost like begging for mercy!

No, you must endure it, you must not give in!

She gritted her teeth, trying to resist the desire of her body with her steadfast will. But Hawthorne did not stop his action, he slapped her one after another, not biased to either side, aiming at the thickest part of the flesh, and continued to slap her continuously.

Snap! Snap! Snap!

The crisp sounds came one after another, and the frequency gradually became rapid. So the druid's hips swayed gently, and the friction between the inner walls of her moist garden became more and more intense, ten times or even a hundred times more intense than the pleasure brought by her rubbing her thighs!

Nidalee could even feel warm juice flowing out of her body!

"How do you feel, Nidalee?"

Standing in the back, Hawthorne's voice sounded extremely cold. Observing her flushed face and the beads of sweat oozing from her forehead, he knew that the dungeon was working its effect: "If you change your mind, you can always tell me."

"You're dreaming! Oh——!"

Nidalee spat, but then Hawthorne hit her again, and a strong stimulation surged into her heart, making her unable to hold back her moan again.

She quickly bit her back teeth, closed her eyes, and decided not to pay any attention to Hawthorne's questions. She endured the desire to moan, and her pretty face began to become hideous.

She was trying hard to stop herself from making the embarrassing moaning sounds she just made, however, the mouth could lie but the body was always the most honest thing!

The intense pleasure she had never experienced before continued to accumulate, and her body began to tremble. A layer of bright sweat had already appeared on her wheat-colored skin under her prison uniform, and her forehead was also red and steaming.

She had reached the limit of her endurance, and the accumulated pleasure was about to overwhelm her sanity.

Then, as Hawthorne's last slap fell, her delicate body suddenly straightened.

A strong tremor that she had never experienced before appeared on her buttocks. The lips of her navel kept shrinking, and then a little wet stain slowly appeared in the secret area between her thighs in her prison pants.

She actually had an orgasm.

Seeing this result, Hawthorne put away the racket with satisfaction: "That's all for today's punishment, Nidalee. I hope you will think about it carefully."

"I'll come back tomorrow. If you don't tell the truth, there will be more waiting for you."

After saying this, without paying any attention to the female druid who had turned into a puddle of mud, he ordered the ropes on the wall to be retracted, giving her her freedom, then turned around and walked out.

Lying on her bed, Nidalee slowly returned to the mortal world from the peak of happiness. The physical exhaustion brought by the excitement made her breathless. Recalling the intense pleasure from her lower body just now, which made her happy to the extreme, she was immediately too embarrassed to face anyone. She buried her whole face in the quilt and cursed herself for not living up to her expectations.

How can I be so happy in front of this bastard...

It’s all because of that erotic dream last night that made my body feel for this man!

No, next time, I must manage my desires well and never embarrass myself like this again!

She swore secretly in her heart, however, she didn't know that the diamond ring on Hawthorne's left index finger was emitting a faint pink light...

Regardless of how lonely and isolated Nidalee was at the moment and what kind of determination she had made, Hawthorne left the dungeon and walked out of the bathroom.

It was noon, and the sun was still shining brightly. Looking at the blue sky, Hawthorne let out a long breath, feeling a fire in his body that needed to be vented.

After all, to be honest, Nidalee is pretty, her body is fit and strong, and her wheat-colored skin is different from that of the witches in the monastery, which makes her have a unique flavor.

Calm down, Hawthorne, calm down. Training this druid is a long battle. You can't surrender before she surrenders!

He secretly persuaded himself in his heart and took several deep breaths. With the cool breeze of the autumn morning, he barely suppressed the boiling desire.

Then, instead of going to the study to start studying right away, he asked the mosquito beside his ear, "How are Marlena and her daughter? Are they up yet?"

In fact, he was very concerned about how the mother and daughter rested last night. But after all, the two of them were frightened last night and might need more rest than he did, so although he was worried about their situation, Hawthorne did not disturb them early in the morning.

However, Andre's answer surprised him a little: "They got up early. Even before nine o'clock, Marlena took her daughter to the sewing shop to start working."

Hawthorne raised his eyebrows: "So early? Uh... okay, I'll go over and take a look."

Having said this, he then walked across the garden and headed straight for the sewing shop which was only separated from this side by a wall.

As soon as he came over, he saw Malena busy at the sewing machine.

It was too dark last night, and the situation was urgent, so Hawthorne didn't have time to see it. Now that he looked carefully, he had to admit that Ms. Malena was definitely a beautiful woman.

She was tall, with a pair of bright big eyes and long black wavy hair. The only regret was her skin, which looked a little sallow due to malnutrition, and her expression was a little haggard.

And perhaps, this skin color was also her protective color, allowing her to live safely for three or four years in the slums where bullies were rampant.

She was wearing a black cotton long-sleeved shirt with white round flowers, with the cuffs rolled up to reveal her fair wrists. Her chest stood tall, filling up her shirt, forming a sharp contrast with her slightly thin neck, collarbone and waist.

But Hawthorne knew that her breasts, which were as majestic as Celine's, were not empty like the latter, but were filled with something.

Thinking of the real stuff inside those plump breasts, the hint of milk scent he smelled last night came back to his mind, making him feel dry in the mouth.

When he came over, Marlena subconsciously looked up. Seeing that it was him, the woman's expression suddenly brightened: "Father Hawthorne, you are here!"

As she said that, she immediately called out to the back: "Lisa, come out quickly!"

In fact, without her calling, little Lisa, who was reading a picture book inside, ran out and gave Hawthorne an angelic smile: "Father!"

Hawthorne kept a warm smile and looked down at this lovely girl. Completely different from two months ago, the recovered little Lisa quickly regained her weight. Her face looked rosy and plump, and her big black eyes sparkled. It was obvious that most of the nutrition of the family was enriched in this little girl.

However, unlike her mother, little Lisa's hair is golden. This is probably a sequelae of awakening the bloodline. Most warlocks will experience this change: for example, some people's eyes will turn red, some people's pupils will turn white, and some people's eyes will turn golden...

All these things are common.

"Ms. Marlena, Miss Lisa."

He tried to look calm, even though he couldn't take his eyes off. "Did you have a good rest last night?"

Before Marlena could say anything, little Lisa suddenly rushed over and hugged his thighs: "I had a good rest. Mom and I both felt that we have never slept so well!"

"Thank you, Father!"

She was very polite and spoke very well. And these words immediately gave Hawthorne confidence.

Very good, I slept well. Then this can be used as a selling point to sell the house I built at a high price...

Chapter 172 Long time no see

Hawthorne thought so, and subconsciously rubbed Lisa's head and rubbed her soft golden hair. The little girl did not reject it at all, and with a smile, she sniffed at his waist, with an intoxicated expression: "Father, you smell so good..."

In the back, Marlena looked slightly embarrassed, then her face turned stern: “Lisa!”

She was a noble after all, and in her opinion, such an action was extremely rude.

Hawthorne shook his head slightly, not minding the girl's intimacy: "It's okay, let her be."

After a pause, he continued, "After last night, Lisa didn't have any other problems, right?"

"No, except that her hair turned golden." Marlena said, "But it seems that she can't use that golden light anymore. Father, do you know what's going on?"

"That's normal. After all, the child hasn't started to develop yet. Once she grows up, she'll be able to use her magic normally." Hawthorne explained, "In the meantime, just pay attention to her diet and make sure her nutrition is balanced."

Marlena breathed a sigh of relief. She was afraid that her daughter would fail to awaken and become a useless person. But she herself did not know magic, so she could only worry all the time. It was not until she heard Hawthorne say this that she finally put her mind at ease.

After a pause, she continued, "Then, Father, when are you free to baptize us?"

Hearing this, Hawthorne's body stiffened for a moment, feeling that this matter was a bit troublesome.

Baptism...

Indeed, when new believers convert, there needs to be such a process. But the problem is...

He will not.

He really doesn't understand how the baptism process should be done!

In other words, no one in the entire monastery understood this stuff.

Oh, Die might know, after all, her knowledge is too vast. If that doesn't work, you can also use other knowledge to fool her.

"There's no rush for the baptism," Hawthorne said. "It can be done in a few days. Now... let Lisa learn some church-related things first."

He could only delay it temporarily, until he had learned the entire ritual and would not make any mistakes, and then come over to help her do this.

Marlena nodded slightly, not objecting: "Okay, I'll follow your arrangement, Father."

"Yes." Hawthorne nodded and gently kneaded Lisa's soft golden hair. "Then let her follow the nuns and learn religious knowledge and magic during this period of time."

Hearing this, Marlena's eyes lit up: "Thank you, Father!"

She has always longed to give her daughter the best education, and such an arrangement is naturally what she wants best.

In short, this way, Malena and her daughter were completely settled. Hawthorne handed over the task of teaching little Lisa to the witches, and he got back on track, leading a fulfilling life, running once in the morning and afternoon, studying the rest of the time, taking time to train Nidalee, and sleeping with the witches at night.

His learning progress was still a little slow. Without systematic knowledge and books, and Die was not a professional teacher, he still achieved half the result with twice the effort.

However, for a sorcerer - especially one like him who possesses the Illusionist Armguards at such a low level - this magical invocation must be learned, so no matter how difficult it is, he has to grit his teeth and persevere!

In this way, time passed quickly. While he was in the monastery, indulging in the ascetic study life, the outside world was turbulent.

In the slums nearby, a group of fierce but thin thugs wearing coarse long-sleeved shirts were surrounding the door of Malena's former home, looking inside with complicated expressions.

On the floor of this room, there were three bodies of strong men. One of them had his eyes wide open and his chest bulged, as if he had been hit hard from behind by a battering ram and died in terror; the other two had their eyes closed and there was a wound on their necks, as if they had been slashed in their sleep.

This miserable situation made many thugs fall into silence, not daring to say anything. The leader, a thug with a face full of flesh, bare shoulders, and eagle claws tattooed on both arms, had red eyes, clenched fists, and panted heavily: "This is a provocation!"

"Who the hell did this? How dare they provoke our Eagle Claw Gang at this time?!"

He roared, and the veins on his thick arms bulged, showing the tremendous anger of his owner.

They were members of the Eagle Claw Gang, a new gang that had recently emerged in the slums, with a total of less than 100 people. Under the leadership of this leader, they defeated a leader of the Shannasa Guild and seized a large area of ​​territory.

The leader with an eagle claw tattoo on his arm was very pleased with himself.

He defeated the veteran Shannasa and had a bright future ahead of him. But he never expected that just when he thought he was at the peak of his powers, he would suddenly be hit hard: the three most capable warriors under his command were killed just like that!

This time, his fighting spirit was severely dampened!

"The murderer must be found!"

His eyes were red, his teeth were gnashed, and his tone was murderous: "This must have been done by the Tiger Head Gang. These guys have always been at odds with us. They must have done this!"

"Brothers, grab your weapons! We're going to give them a good beating tonight!"

The remaining gangsters responded in unison, their voices filled with murderous intent.

Hawthorne had no idea that the three human traffickers he had casually killed would actually become the fuse that triggered a new round of fighting in the slums...

A new round of bloody storms has begun in the underground world, but the people living in the bright world are unaware of this. They still live their peaceful lives and believe that the world is as peaceful as ever.

Walking down the only tram station in Nangang District and looking at the clean streets and people coming and going, Annuo couldn't help but feel emotional: Ever since the cultists entrenched here were eliminated and the Shannasa Guild involved with them was also suppressed, Nangang District is getting better every day!

That’s great. I should reward myself for finding out all this.

Of course, there is also Father Hawthorne who saved him.